Wednesday, September 29

A poem for Thursday

Lots of posts going up about the turn in the weather. I'm sitting writing this with a tartan blanket wrapped around my torso to stop the draughts enveloping me in this old cold house that I live in.
So here is a little thought for the season.


Porking up and hibernating,
Porking up and hibernating.
Half awake
and half asleep.
Cosied up beside the fire.
Cuddled up in tartan rugs.
Slowing down,
Winding down.
Nodding off
For winter.


  1. cosy! I like the sound of this, only wish I could curl up myself for awhile

  2. I remember this. Didn't it start with Northern Exposure?


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